in my thoughts i cannot see the person staring back at me.
i race my mind to think of when the glass turns empty up ahead.
illusion costs nothing more than glassy eyes.
innocence erased through every line.
every touch. every glance. every passing chance.
in this world there is nothing but comfortability within ourself.
it's out of touch with every soul, chasing to find what we've been searching for.
i don't understand how this has come to be.
in a world with no thought there can only be a lack of freedom in a seam.
who gets to decide the mind that will shape it all?
unsolicited thoughts are all i have known.
nobody there to push me along.
i wonder how long it will be
until i find the person i've been waiting to see.
